True Stories II

From my haunted dream I do slowly awake Lyin' still in my dark room that now seems to suffocate My hands are sheet grippin' as the nightmare got me trippin' Need to get outta bed cause I feel my life slippin' An eerie wind lifts causin' my house to shift As my open closet seems like a gate to hell's pit Vision of a woman's death remains from my dream As an echo haunts my mind of her ghostly screams From forgotten realms filled with shadow things Where death becomes born and nightmares bring Those things that slowly creep in the night as we sleep Otherwordly beings who seep from the shadow deep Everyone has seen what could never be explained But they file it deep in their mind as merely insane Wether you choose to believe me or don't believe Our 3rd dimension remains only one known reality () Won't you step up through the gate Will you face up to your fate Don't you hear the ghostly calls Transcending from beyond our walls Won't you enter the shadow land And walk upon the emerald sand Have you seen what I have seen Or do you choose to be naive Off highway 80 there exists a haunted place There an old sanitarium on a hill sits and wastes Thousand horribly died there over the course of time It's where the terminally ill were sentenced to die Now many abandon buildings do stand askew Surrounded by deep woods where ghostly sounds spew We went there me and my friends on a dare To survive one night as we were encased in fear I seen things then that I could never explain Had vision of a bloody hall mixed with pain Seen a door open and close of its own accord Felt the temperature drop down low in the sick ward We took photos everywhere within its old walls What was later developed caused my skin to crawl There in the photos floating beside our heads Were the ghostly orbs or the tormented dead () Won't you step up through the gate Will you face up to your fate Don't you hear the ghostly calls Transcending from beyond our walls Won't you enter the shadow land And walk upon the emerald sand Have you seen what I have seen Or do you choose to be naive There exists a barren road known to bring the fear It lies deep in the woods with no town or city near Where monks will attack any who tests their fate With their vow of silence they're known to whistle to communicate It's always been my nature to explore the unknown It was on Devil's Night when we walked the road The trees above constantly swayed in the eerie wind As they blocked out moonlight with no give The dirt road twisted as we saw many strange things Then we turned a corner as the silence did bring A whistling sound which began repeating all around Some far away and others close by kinda loud Our blood then froze on that desolate road We then continued in fear and saw a sinister abode A monk monastery as wicked as could ever be Far from the road vast dark and full of mystery We explored by hoppin' back and forth over barb-wire When suddenly the air was filled with gunfire We ran for our lives as I saw where a clearing lied There stood a dozen monks shooting at us side by side